Her Problem

My Hero?

((( Above is Michael but with grey eyes and black hair)))

His mouth formed a sneer as he looked at me with hate.
Christian is my ex, yes I know it was a bad decision but I was self destructive and he told me many things to make me stay, long story short I actually opened my eyes and now he's made it his mission to make my life hell.

"oh look what's this?" he took my journal and started ripping pages out.
"Stop, please!" I yelled trying to get my journal away, but he pushed me against the tree and raised his hand to slap me.
I closed my eyes and waited for the impact, but it never came.
I looked up and saw Michael holding his hand back.
His eyes were full of anger.

Christian wrenched his hand out of Michael's grasp and threw a punch at him, barely making a dent. He held his hand to his chest as a look of pain crossed his features.
Seeing an opportunity Michael under cut Christian, sending him flat on his back.

When I finally registered what had happened I ran to Michael giving him a once over, then I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the nurses office.

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After I gave him an ice pack I sat down across from him, the nurse was out sick so I just let myself in.

"Thank you for helping me, but you don't even know me, why take a hit for someone you don't know?" I said looking at my feet

There was a long pause.

"No one deserves to be treated like that."

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After school I walked home where I was met with silence.

Mom's at work again. I'm alone tonight.

My mother is an angel wrapped in hope, she hasn't broken like me, nor is she going to. After my dad left, mom started working two jobs to keep the house afloat and being a night shift nurse at two hospitals isn't easy, I never see her unless she takes time out of sleep which she barely gets any of.

You can see why I love and admire her so much.

I make my way up the plain staircase and through the grey halls littered with family pictures that only hold bad memories to my room.

My safe haven is navy blue with a triangular shape, the wall facing the door has a window facing the house next to it which just happens to have the same shape and figure to it. meaning that I can see into my neighbor's house and right now, I have the best view in the world

Michel is sitting in the middle of his room playing the piano, it's soft melody making its way to my ears. His fingers glide over the keys with an intimacy I've never seen before. Delicate key strokes pull sound from the glossy instrument and fill the air with a peaceful song.

I stand and listen until his playing ends. But before I could move he turns and sees me, His eyes widen then he regains his expressionless face.
I wave and smile at him, "that was beautiful. I know its a stupid idea but would you like to come over?" I say and start to fidget with the hem of my shirt.
He considers this for a moment before nodding.

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(((((So where is this going huh?!?!?! comment me some ideas my potatoes))))))